InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It Must Be Destiny ❯ Chapter 11

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 11

Amber froze for the slightest moment when she saw her customer. Black sunglasses hid his eyes, yet she remembered the bright topaz color. Long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. A dark blue dress shirt- his favorite, if she remembered correctly- covered by a black leather coat and a pair of black jeans completed his “bad-boy-of-your-dreams” look. A very slight smile curled the corner of his mouth.

Instantly she blanked her mind, smiling brightly as if she had never met him before in her entire life. (“Konnichiwa! Welcome to Ukyo's Family Restaurant. Would you like smoking or non?”)

(“Non, onegai,”) came the velvet response. His cultured voice still sent shivers down her spine.

Determined not to let him get to her, she simply nodded and led him to a booth in the corner. Turning towards him, she smiled again, gesturing to the booth. (“Is this all right with you, or would you prefer a table?”)

(“This will be satisfactory.”) He sat gracefully as she handed him a menu.

(“Would you like something to drink to start you off?”) she asked brightly- almost too brightly.

(“Iced tea, onegai.”)

She nodded, bowing slightly. (“I will return momentarily.”)

As she walked away, Inusouta eyed her from over the rims of his sunglasses. Damn… she really looks delectable in that uniform…

Stop that. We're here to talk to her, not drool over her.

Right.

Soon she returned with the requested drink. She gave him a neutral smile- not the sweet one that he remembered she usually only gave him. Now she seemed to bestow that special smile on all her customers.

The thought annoyed him irrationally.

(“Have you decided what you would like, or do you need more time?”)

Taking off his sunglasses he fixed her with his golden stare. Her breath caught as her heart fluttered. God, he's still gorgeous…

Enough. Take his order and get back to work.

Right.

(“I have decided what I want.”)

She pulled out her order pad and a pen and looked at him expectantly, neutrally.

(“I have decided I want to talk to you.”)

Amber blinked. (“Nani?”)

(“You heard me. I want to talk to you.”)

She narrowed her sapphire eyes at him. (“Why? There's nothing to say.”)

(“Regardless, I wish to speak with you.”)

(“I can't. I'm working.”)

(“Take a break. You are allowed breaks, are you not?”)

She stifled a sigh. Putting away her order pad and pen, she gave him a Look. (“Very well. Let me tell my manager and then you have five minutes.”)

(“Acceptable.”)

Amber turned and walked away again, leaving him to stare after her. Those marvelously long legs of hers were certainly a draw- he wondered how many males had stared after them when she walked. He stifled a growl at the urge to find them and rip their eyes out.

Soon she returned, her white apron slung over one forearm. She sat down across from him, her bosom bouncing slightly as she scooted across the bench. He fought to keep his expression passive. (“Well, here I am. Talk.”)

He raised an eyebrow at her. (“I see you procured employment.”)

(“You have a talent for the obvious.”)

Try again. (“Do you live nearby?”)

(“Hai.”)

That didn't work either. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight into her eyes. (“Why… why did you leave? Without saying goodbye?”)

Her eyes flickered with sorrow, then returned to gazing at him warily. (“I had learned Japanese well enough to continue my search on my own. I no longer had any reason to stay.”)

(“Am I not a good enough reason?”) Why the hell did I say that?

She blinked, then scowled slightly. (“Should you be?”)

He sighed. (“I thought we had something.”)

(“We did. An agreement for you to help me learn Japanese- and you completed your part of the bargain with marvelous results. Now, we have nothing.”)

(“What about Okaasan and Otousan? Izayoi and Suki were very hurt as well by your sudden disappearance.”)

Regret flashed across her face before she put her mask of indifference back in place. (“I'm sure… they will be fine. After all, I was only a temporary houseguest.”)

He growled softly. (“You were not a temporary anything.”)

Cool blue eyes regarded him. (“On the contrary, I believe I am good enough only to `date occasionally.' Doesn't that constitute temporary?”)

Damn. So she really did hear everything we had said.

Inusouta clenched a fist as he bared his teeth as if he still had fangs. (“Dammit, that is not true.”)

Amber blinked slowly, looking bored. (“If that's all you have to say, then I suggest you pay your bill and go home. I have work to do.”)

(“What did you mean when you told me you loved me the way I am?”)

She didn't move. Her eyes didn't even blink. (“Wh-what do you mean? I… I never…”)

His voice had changed slightly, sounding as if he were begging, beseeching her to understand. It was no longer cultured, velvety. It sounded more… normal. (“You did. You told me, the night I gave you that stuffed dog, the night I kissed you, that you loved me the way that I was. Now I need to know: what did you mean?”)

Amber flushed and looked away. (“I… I…”)

(“Ryoushi-chan! Table three needs to be cleaned off! Could you please take care of it?”) the manager called.

(“Hai!”) she called back, relieved at the interruption. She stood up. (“Excuse me. I have to get back to work.”)

Swift as an eye blink, he reached out and grasped her hand. The contact was like holding lightning, causing them both to stop and stare into each other's eyes. (“I need you to tell me, Amber. Onegai,”) he pleaded softly.

Her sapphire eyes hardened. (“My name… is Ryoushi-san to you.”) With that, she pulled her hand out of his and turned and walked away.

He felt the loss keenly. The feel of her skin was like silken fire. He would kill to touch her again.

What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you weren't interested in her!

I…I thought I wasn't either.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Inuyasha practically pounced on him as soon as he walked up the shrine steps. (“Oi! Where in all the hells have you been? Your okaasan's been having conniptions.”)

Inusouta raised a tired eyebrow. (“Indeed? And how does this differ from any other night?”) he asked.

The older hanyou blinked. There was the son he knew. He must have found her.

(“I take it you found Amber.”)

He smiled coldly. (“I found Ryoushi-san. She works at a family restaurant on the other side of the city, called Ukyo's Family Restaurant.”)

Inuyasha raised his eyebrows, impressed. (“She's got a job…”)

(“And an apartment nearby the restaurant as well, I believe.”)

(“She's doing rather well for herself, then.”)

Inusouta nodded before entering the house. (“Now, if you will excuse me, I am in need of a shower.”)

The silver-haired hanyou watched his son ascend the stairs to the bathroom. The lingering scent of Amber- and primal attraction- were all over the boy. Apparently, he needed a cold shower.

Grinning, he went in search of his mate. Kagome would be relieved to know Amber was all right.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Inusouta stood in the shower for a long, long time, letting the cool water trickle down his long black hair. No matter how long he had stood there, he still couldn't get her out of his head.

For three long months he had worried about her, searched for her, longed to see her again. Somehow, he hadn't felt… whole without her around. He chalked it up to being used to having to teach her every day, and now that she had learned all he had to teach her, she had gone.

You wanted to teach her more than just Japanese, didn't you, dog boy?

Shaddup.

You sound like your otousan. He felt the same way about your okaasan for two years before they finally mated, and not once did he confess how he felt about her.

Yeah. Not until Okaasan had returned four months later, pregnant with Izayoi and I.

You don't want to end up like your sire, do you?

He winced, clenching his fists against the tiled walls of the shower. No. No, I want… I want…

You want Amber. Admit it.

He growled. Dammit! I cannot! She… she does not want anything to do with me anymore.

So? Woo her. Show her you were wrong. Don't be a dense baka like your otousan.

He sighed, relaxing his hands. …Was I wrong…?

Am… Am I starting to fall in love with her…?

His youkai smirked, barking a laugh. Told you, dog boy. Why don't you listen to me more often?

Because you are annoying.

Keh!

Turning off the cold water, he shook himself off, flinging water everywhere. His mother would scold him and make him clean it up later, but right now, he didn't care.

He wanted to see Amber again. Now. This evening. Screw the motorcycle, screw the ningens that flooded the streets. He was going to track her down as a hanyou, jumping from building to building until he found her apartment. He had to. He had to be near her.

He still never got his answer from her. He would get it this time. He grinned at his reflection as he wrapped a towel around his hips.

Even if I have to kiss it out of her.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

A/N: Let's see how many people recognize Ukyo's name…